Jasper was true to his promise of strong drinks, especially knowing that a professional athlete like Rachel probably wouldn't be interested in any other substances that he might possibly have about his person. In addition to their drinks, he'd bought a couple of shots too, a potent liquor that seemed to sparkle blue under the bar's lights. He put them on the table, flashing her one of his charming smile.
"Cheers," he said, picking up his shot. The music was getting to him and his inability to stay still. Even as he sat down his foot tapped against the leg of the table. If it turned out that Rachel wasn't up for karaoke, maybe there could be dancing. "I've put my name down to sing," he admitted.